I stood below the archangel in a stupor as he brought and end to my tribulation. His lance pierced my side but I bore the pain with my tenacity. I stared him down, a visceral tendency in the face of irreparable fate. Below us, the pandemonium of the wars drew bloodshed like no other. My kingdom, in its fortitude, had neglected its ties and alliances, leaving it vulnerable. The enemy timed it well, with both patience and equanimity, waited for the perfect time to strike. On my knees I felt nothing but the hot temper building up inside of me along with the tremendous weight of the kingdom. But even that would be nothing soon. As with everything else, nothingness is what awaits us at the end. And so darkness came, and I became one with nothing.